Your Character's Name: Virgil Bates V.R. lead us there at Grokk’s insistence. Grokk wanted to ask the man behind the curtain about a particular ‘bad star’ his shamans had seen, in argument V.R. had let slip that his hometown had access to an orbital satellite. Before entering the massive iridescent structure the color of an old glow-stick, V.R warned us that the only in was through the city’s main defense, a virtual reality room, which would try to deter us with our greatest fears, which usually caused raiders and horsemen to go insane or have heart attacks. He waited until we were under the awning to tell us this.
After Brewnuar jimmied the lock we formed a chain by linking hands and promptly lost each other only a few feet into the pitch-black room. Light faded in around me and I found myself in a hospital room starring at my bed-ridden grandfather, hooked up to various life support machines. I had found him scary when I was six and this image stuck with me. Victor ducked his head in the room.
“Hey, let’s go, I guess my fear is I will never be rid of you people, eh?” Victor joked.
At the end of the short hallway we found Brewnuar at a bar demanding everything from a bartender who insisted all he had was water. Next to him sat V.R. talking to a black-robed figure.
“Salutations…Virgil did you pee yourself?” V.R. snickered.
Looking down I noticed I had, and also my hands were wrinkly and withered. Was I becoming my angry grandpa? Was that my fear? Or just age plus incontinence?
Brewnuar was throwing things now, along with a tirade of curses that made me flinch, on account of my wholesome upbringing. V.R. stood up.
“Well, our cannibal king is the only one left, lets find him. Oh, everybody meet Death, Death, everybody.”
The hooded figure waved hello as Brewnuar withdrew a flask from his vest only to find it empty.
Through a set of double doors they found themselves in a packed auditorium. On stage behind a podium stood Grokkthrakk, sweating profusely and stuttering.
“I-I Grokk-I mean…It here in Grokkthrakk’s notes…” He stammered as he dropped his cue cards, which spilled over the stage.
A man wearing a suit in the audience stood and turned to us.
“This is awful. None of you have any imagination. What about giant spiders, huh? Nobody here is at least a little afraid of giant spiders?”
We all shook our heads ‘no’ with the exception of Death, who shrugged.
“What about you?” The stranger gestured at Victor, “Why is nothing terrorizing you?”
Victor meekly offered a piece of paper to the man, “I got this.”
“You will never be loved or find happiness”, He read aloud as Victor winced.
“Unacceptable, utterly unacceptable”, the suit muttered, dropping the letter.
“You know we’re not going to let you in, why did you even come back Chameleon?”
V.R. was at a loss for words, a first. We all turned to the stage silently as Grokkthrakk began to yell.
“I-Um-I-Wait-Um-uhhhhh-The way to look it, no, I-You-The-AND-AND-IF NO-HELP-IT WAS ALL IN GROKKTHRAKK NOTES”
Falling to his knees in tears Grokkthrak began franticly rummaging through the pile of cue cards. Eerily, the entire audience rose in perfect unison and started clapping.
“Oh come on”, the suit exasperatedly sighed.
The man in the suit loudly whispered to V.R.
“It must be the A.I.’s Mercy Circuits. That component was only installed to prevent nuclear armageddon and genocide. This thing is falling apart, and I don’t suppose you completed your mission? Or at least brought back some salvageable parts?”
“Well, you don’t think that was an atrocity? I’m glad this old husk still has a conscious.” V.R. smiled toward Grokk, “That was a really great speech
V.R. lead us there at Grokk’s insistence. Grokk wanted to ask the man behind the curtain about a particular ‘bad star’ his shamans had seen, in argument V.R. had let slip that his hometown had access to an orbital satellite. Before entering the massive iridescent structure the color of an old glow-stick, V.R warned us that the only in was through the city’s main defense, a virtual reality room, which would try to deter us with our greatest fears, which usually caused raiders and horsemen to go insane or have heart attacks. He waited until we were under the awning to tell us this.
After Brewnuar jimmied the lock we formed a chain by linking hands and promptly lost each other only a few feet into the pitch-black room. Light faded in around me and I found myself in a hospital room starring at my bed-ridden grandfather, hooked up to various life support machines. I had found him scary when I was six and this image stuck with me. Victor ducked his head in the room.
“Hey, let’s go, I guess my fear is I will never be rid of you people, eh?” Victor joked.
At the end of the short hallway we found Brewnuar at a bar demanding everything from a bartender who insisted all he had was water. Next to him sat V.R. talking to a black-robed figure.
“Salutations…Virgil did you pee yourself?” V.R. snickered.
Looking down I noticed I had, and also my hands were wrinkly and withered. Was I becoming my angry grandpa? Was that my fear? Or just age plus incontinence?
Brewnuar was throwing things now, along with a tirade of curses that made me flinch, on account of my wholesome upbringing. V.R. stood up.
“Well, our cannibal king is the only one left, lets find him. Oh, everybody meet Death, Death, everybody.”
The hooded figure waved hello as Brewnuar withdrew a flask from his vest only to find it empty.
Through a set of double doors they found themselves in a packed auditorium. On stage behind a podium stood Grokkthrakk, sweating profusely and stuttering.
“I-I Grokk-I mean…It here in Grokkthrakk’s notes…” He stammered as he dropped his cue cards, which spilled over the stage.
A man wearing a suit in the audience stood and turned to us.
“This is awful. None of you have any imagination. What about giant spiders, huh? Nobody here is at least a little afraid of giant spiders?”
We all shook our heads ‘no’ with the exception of Death, who shrugged.
“What about you?” The stranger gestured at Victor, “Why is nothing terrorizing you?”
Victor meekly offered a piece of paper to the man, “I got this.”
“You will never be loved or find happiness”, He read aloud as Victor winced.
“Unacceptable, utterly unacceptable”, the suit muttered, dropping the letter.
“You know we’re not going to let you in, why did you even come back Chameleon?”
V.R. was at a loss for words, a first. We all turned to the stage silently as Grokkthrakk began to yell.
“I-Um-I-Wait-Um-uhhhhh-The way to look it, no, I-You-The-AND-AND-IF NO-HELP-IT WAS ALL IN GROKKTHRAKK NOTES”
Falling to his knees in tears Grokkthrak began franticly rummaging through the pile of cue cards. Eerily, the entire audience rose in perfect unison and started clapping.
“Oh come on”, the suit exasperatedly sighed.
The man in the suit loudly whispered to V.R.
“It must be the A.I.’s Mercy Circuits. That component was only installed to prevent nuclear armageddon and genocide. This thing is falling apart, and I don’t suppose you completed your mission? Or at least brought back some salvageable parts?”
“Well, you don’t think that was an atrocity? I’m glad this old husk still has a conscious.” V.R. smiled toward Grokk, “That was a really great speech